H.P. Lovecraft Direct -- via MorganScorpion, Only.
For a score of months, here within the area (more at: 'scope') of his interests, in Albany (though because of certain experiences imparted to me nearby at "Floor 7 -- initials A.E._." I may well move to Providence) listening to H.P. Lovecraft has become an exercise in sanity. Perhaps through chiaroscuro (The art or practice of so arranging the light and dark parts as to produce a harmonious effect. Cf. {Clair-obscur}. [1913 Webster]) and catharthis. This I avail when I want to, or within a certain enclosure of urgency, when I need to. H.P. Lovecraft, Thomas Ligotti [or M.R. James; others, including Sheridan le Fanu] are "as good as 10 psychologists." [see art film: "Garlic is as good as 10 Mothers" (this latter case, you may likely tell me, would be rather difficult to show/reify)]. But when MorganScorpion [and 'reads' is not the word, 'performs' also fails as diction... when she becomes H.P. Lovecraft, through this archival organic portal, I am told a story I want to or need to witness, told privately and personally, by H.P. Lovecraft: because MorganScorpion, without any notice and hardly any delay, has somehow disappeared. Certainly, thankfully, during her immeasurably talented telling.
www.esperancesp.com would love to learn that she can be afforded... for certain arcane, recondite, unfathomable projects. --lunarvol, in Albany (Same last four as Paramount Studios' street number on Melrose.)